A Child In These Hills Poem by dino evans

I am a child in these hills, wandering
knowing not, what lies ahead
Lost within thoughts of solitude
Leaving behind nothing but footsteps,
taking nothing but memories.

Alone I travel, far into my happiness,
Deep into my pleasure
The wind plays it's music, so that I may listen
The sun paints a portrait, that changes
With each passing moment.

Easily the miles drift away,
Beneath my feet, until finally,
As if to steal the day away, crimson skies
Descend over the forest. Soon to allow
The stars to glisten above me
Like holes in the floor of Heaven.

Long after the bright of day
A silver crescent feather moon whispers,
Searching for the dawn, promising
To watch over the twilight,
I bask in her soft embrace.

Sunrise appears to my open eyes
Cool and fresh, the crisp October morning
Caught in azure blue. I peer into the mist
And witness the swirling birth of a new day
And the sounds of awakening.
I rise to greet the day.

Troubles fall, like Autumn leaves.
I am a child in these hills.

Dean Evans
8-18-10